3rd person

It was a breezy, December morning in the sun-kissed land of the Long Beach suburbs in which glowed with gayness. Viola's eyes had hit the sun beam that shone with irritating brightness and rage. She found herself on the floor with blankets drooping over her body covered by only a green tank top and shorts that had a fit that was cut higher than daisy dukes. Clock: 6:00am. Date: December 16th, 2010. Day: Thursday. Thank God. She wasn't late for anything; it was late start day at school. She didn't need to be on the floor, or in the uncomfortable position rather; she didn't need to wake up only the clock screeched over to the 8am sign, but that would be in a full 2 hours. But it was no use, Viola already woke up to face the day, that bright sun in which she hated... in which hated her, a rarity for someone born in southern California. If only she had the force to raise her delicate hand (which now felt like multiple pounds of pure gold) to get that glass of coca-cola glaring at her with evil intentions. The evil mirror in which hung on her wall exposed the unattended to dirty blonde hair in which she would have to deal with. The walls in her room were splattered with black and red painting like a painting canvas, it kind of felt like you stepped into the devil's hell entering her room.

Viola's POV

I whipped her eyes a bit and glared at the report card on my night stand. Typical:

1st period, Math: B-

The mark isn't that bad. I could have gotten a better grade in math if I really tried in combining like terms working with monomials. Every time I try to attempt the problem though, the teacher would says she's exacerbating the problem, what the hell does that even mean. Pre-Algebra hasn't helped me in life yet; I'm curious to see if it ever will.

2nd period, PE: A-

Easy A. If you can't maintain an A in PE then man, you must really suck at running... or something. SERIOUSLY. I guess the useless minus was added to that A because I forgot my PE shirt for a week straight.

3rd period, Social Science: A

Yeah, science... formulas. Photosynthesis, evolution, genetics. All my forte. It's just easy. It's what I do.

4th period, Business Technology: B-

In Computers, you have to do A and B work in order to get well, an A or a B. And I only did 5 out of 20, so I got a B-. I'm really good with computers though. I can type fast. About 80 wpm, about 80% accuracy. In real life though accuracy doesn't matter. Why do you think the little red squiggly line pops us, to annoy us (well I guess it does.)

5th period, AVID: A

AVID is an easy A. Don't ask me what that acroynm stand for.

Advancement

Via

Individual

Determination

Something like that. Don't worry, if you don't get it, let me sum it up. It's basically "go to college."

6th period, History: C+

Ehhh, decent mark. History doesn't matter; they're all dead anyway. The Mongols can do whatever they want, in the era of the dinosaurs... HA (Authors Note: The Mongols thrived in the area of Mongolia and took over a lot of land around the AD 1200s I think)

7th period, English: C-

I've never gotten anything worse than a C+ in my entire life as a student. That teacher hates me. Other kids hate her too. Ask anyone. Ugh, so unfair.

My report card makes me shiver a bit. On my nightstand though I notice a note. Blah, blah, blah... from dad. Gone to Japan to visit cousin, Tadase. Blah blah blah. Take care of Olivia. Blah blah blah. Be back in 3 weeks. Blah blah blah. 3 weeks. I hate my life. I can't spend 3 weeks taking care of a 12 year old child. I have a life too. Maybe this is a bit hypocritical, my twin sister is more mature than me. I mean, I'm only 12 myself... but Olivia, seriously. I was planning to go out with Annalise and have sleep-overs and stuff like that, but no. I heard a sudden knock. Oh my god. What was that? "Viola, are you okay."

Olivia's POV

From all the noise in Viola's bedroom, it seems like she's up. Geese. Has she really just woken up. It's nearly 7:30am. I hope she's okay. I got up and walked over to her bedroom and tapped the door gently. "Viola, are you okay." I creaked the door open finding Viola in a corner slouching over her nightstand. I could hear myself sighing as I lay Viola's delicate body onto the bed. Although we are identical, Viola is noticeably skinnier than I. I am not fat; I guess to describe Viola, underweight is more appropriate term to use. "Olivia, you should tuck her under the covers. She seems tired." Rika stated. I agreed. I did. Then Rika floated away from the room following me as I creaked Viola's door shut. I'm glad I got out of that room too. It looks like hell threw up in there.

Viola's POV

And so my door gently shut and I laid to my side so I could lie in bed until school required me to get up at approximately 8:30. I have a way of manipulating people, don't I. I got Olivia to worry about me, and so then she physically lifts me to my bed, the challnege I've been unsuccessfully trying to conquer this whole morning. And she justs leaves me alone to be by myself. But call me crazy but I thought I heard a voice "telling" her to put me into my bed. Hmmmm? Am I hallucinating. Is that, Olivia's conscience... and some type of twin connections are allowing me to hear it? I'm not sure but something just is off to me.